I leave halfwaythrough my second poemexiting via the quietest sky
It’s like a strong windthe kind with a November chillwritten into its soulit…
Remember this, you said Remember this mattress on the floor in the middle of…
contusions of the pastsmashed to bitsnow a kaleidoscopic viewof a confusing present
The nerve of them!Spread out in their best attire,To impress the gathering of…